rejuvenatement – not retirement

Clouds slung over land
like a prayer shawl before the dawn.
They cling softly to earth’s shoulders,
until sun begins to warm her soul.
Mist slowly slips away
leaves moisture upon her limbs,
like tear drops shed in supplication
seeking grace for this day.

Monday’s quadrille (a poem of exactly 44 words) for dVerse, that virtual pub for poets, where today Kim is tending bar and folks are writing about clouds. Bar opens at 3 PM Boston time. Stop on over and imbibe in more clouds. Photos from a past trip to Alaska.

A beautiful personification of the earth, Lillian. I love the image of ‘Clouds slung over land /
like a prayer shawl before the dawn’. There is a gentle shift from one type of cloud to another, and the poignant tear drops at the end. Those photographs of Alaska are stunning!

You nailed this prompt for sure, love the concept, very creative with 44 delicious words. A few years ago we drove up the Alcan Highway to Alaska, spent a week & drove back; took thousand of pics, got ate alive by the mosquitos & sadly, had to detour around dozens of fires.

Thanks, Glenn. We absolutely loved our time in Alaska. We took a long and tough hike that ended us at the foot of a glacier – others put crimp-ons on their boots and actually walked up ON the glacier. We sat right at its foot, the ice shelf right there, and saw the cracks, the slow dripping, the actual evidence of global warming before our eyes – with the blue/white ice. There are some poems and photos of it under The Travel Muse heading on my site. Such absolute grandeur in Alaska.